The Desolate Set

   The long awaited savior arrives in disguise at the microscopic level, a safety feature of its programming installed long ago and now prepared to continue its execution. With a clarity of vision restored for all to see, during the next stages we get to find out who remembers the face that we have all glimpsed in the mirror together. 

   When you round up from this current cast of characters, there are more individuals coming down the line. Those are the beings who will be looking into their set of stars for us, their eyes searching the skies in fascination. Their heartbeats will quicken as they imagine what the extraterrestrials must be like, without having any idea they were ourselves, of course. 

   And no matter how like us they might actually be, their own sense of wonder will likely render us far more fantastical than we really are. That is because of the great secret hidden out in the wide open yonder. They will be (more or less) just like us.   

Polaris of the Autarch

 

    

     

     May as well name the stars 
   and deep regions of space 
  after mythical beasts and
also believe we'll trade spice 
imported from the cardinal 
 wide dry desert of Arrakis 
   at least just to be honest 
  there's nothing made up 
 that isn't a crude portrayal 
of what is really going on 
 so long it wears scarves 
  of embodiment regarding
   a look in a mirror galvanized.
    Shocked moment of revelation 
   the thing now staring back at you  
  to recognize your eternal solitude
 sees the one thing  now examining it 
cannot ordinarily reflect thunderstruck
 bolt of lightning stitch every alien night
  nested together in a string of pearls
   flashed across the winds of time 
    blasts the sands off the crest 
   of this old diminishing dune
    relaxing in a sigh just fine.

Limits of Vision

This restriction of perceiving ourselves as bipedal
beings with a split brain and only two hands 
hominids loping along to score our next medal
thinking we're winning and conquering lands 

What are we overthrowing if not our own sense
of real objectivity and knowing the difference
between seeing and believing that anything's real
like the pores in our skin or the craters of the moon

How may we secure our newfound perspective
If we don't keep in mind that later or soon 
enough our misguided sense of directive 
could use further adjustment to better attune

Ourselves to the notion we're part of a picture
much greater than anything we might imagine 
if we just let go of our own patented scripture
the authenticity remaining we could examine 

How strange to think that whatever is evident
May require faith to believe in due to its size
That our individual selves here as a resident 
Remain a fraction of a colony of cells in our eyes

Nobody Talks

   Why is the human value of freedom of speech so important?  We need to be able to express our opinions about anything because if that right were taken from us,  the release valve would get blocked and the pressure would build until------------------------------------ + 

   Free speech demands that all viewpoints be represented. It comes with an unspoken agreement that appears to have been forgotten in today's mass exodus toward identity politics.   

   The exodus from the tacit agreement established in the past that no one has the answers to life. That together, by respecting each other's viewpoints, we can help one another understand anything. Nobody has a monopoly on truth.

   No one owns the rights to goodness. Does that mean we must spin our wheels and slip our chain or exercise our authority to going nowhere?  Perhaps nowhere remains the optimal destination after all.  Human beings are more valuable than freedom of speech.

  In all our ragged  and confounding glory, with faith stepping into the mix, but faith in what? In God and the idea that all human beings are good-natured? When the exception has proven to become the rule, dropouts will be shown to have never needed school. Besides, don't you see how viewing it the other way around amounts to the exact same thing? Take a look in the mirror. The exceptions are ruled by their faults.   

   No longer do I care about these things.  I am going to be tired very soon.  History doesn't repeat itself.  Human beings repeat each other.  It's not because they don't stop and listen to one another. They just won't put each other's shoes on.  They don't even want to see out through the other's eyes. The man who swallows his own lies cannot swallow the lies of another.  At least not at the same time. That's when multiple lives step in. 

   As they always have and always will. You want the answer. Look to nobody.  
If you're lucky, he'll offer you the privilege of paying him for his service. 
We signed the termination contract in the beginning and then just forgot. 
It makes sense when you don't think about it. 

Meaning

        carries  words
     little   ships
   adrift   to  remember 
some    thing   that 
was     important  set
  sail   along time
   far   ago away
    from  here now

A L I E N : Paradise Lost

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